She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 445: Not Everyone Has That Fortune

She stood with her back to the approaching person, unable to see his or her actions, but her years of honed sensitivity made her sense a gradually approaching danger. Slightly turning her head, she caught a glimpse of a stranger in black standing behind her in the dressing table mirror, steadily drawing closer.

Sunlight from outside shone on the short knife, reflecting off the mirror and into Cheyenne's eyes, causing a piercing silver glare.

Just as the person was about to strike while she was off guard, Cheyenne suddenly turned her head to stare coldly, and her voice sounded like an icy abyss in the room. The person's heart pounded in fear.

"Do you need something?"

It was the maid who had guided her upstairs earlier, her ordinary face pale, wearing a stiff professional smile.

"Miss Lawrence, this is Madam Erica's room. What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, Cheyenne replied forcefully, "Master Lewis asked me to bring him here."

The little one lifted his delicate face at just the right moment, reached out to hold onto Cheyenne's neck, bobbing his head cutely, his voice with a hint of crying.

"I miss Mommy... Fairy sister."

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'll take you outside to see her."

Cheyenne picked up Master Lewis and the black box and walked past the maid without any trace of guilt, leaving with a show of confidence.

As they brushed past each other, Cheyenne glanced suspiciously at her, while the maid kept one hand behind her back and made way for her. Everything appeared normal.

After Cheyenne left, the maid carefully examined the room again, finding everything untouched except for the iron box.

What was in that box?

Back in the memorial hall, the spacious and luxurious hall became somewhat crowded with Gordon's arrival.

"Miss Lawrence, you came so quickly. I wanted to go pick you up myself."

At the moment he saw Cheyenne, his deep eyes lit up with an astonishing brightness, and the cold aura around him unconsciously softened.

Kelvin immediately noticed such an obvious change.

Recalling the chat records he saw on Cheyenne's phone earlier, he darkened his face and stepped forward to block Gordon's gaze.

"As Mr. Murillo is here, you should first mourn Madam Erica's death." Kelvin's tone sounded particularly unkind, puzzling Gordon as to where he had offended the former. But it was only right to mourn Madam Erica, so he went towards her portrait first.

When he returned, he saw Kelvin standing next to Cheyenne, as if he were her personal bodyguard.

Cheyenne was busy talking to Iker and hadn't noticed when Kelvin had walked up to her.

"What's this?"

Iker's gaze fell on the black box in her hand. The cardboard box looked aged, adorned with a deep red ribbon, and in the center was a dried rose.

"This is her diary, and it's also a gift she wanted to give you. Take it."

Cheyenne handed over the box of paper cranes. Erica had wanted to give these paper cranes to Iker, but she died before she had the chance to present them to him.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

After the memorial, Cheyenne needed to return to the hospital to investigate what kind of medicine it was. She hastily bid farewell to Iker and left.

"Miss Lawrence, wait a moment. I have something to discuss with you. Can we speak privately?" Gordon followed her a few steps and spoke softly. "Sure." She agreed.

She got into Gordon's car.

Kelvin stood at the entrance of the memorial hall, his towering figure leaning against the frame of the flower gate. His deep-set eyes were fixed on the police car not far away.

Although the door was closed, the windows were still open, allowing him to clearly see Cheyenne and Gordon sitting close together in the back seat. It made him infuriated. How could she be so close to another man... Just as he was getting angry, the scene that made him jealous occurred.

Inside the car, Cheyenne listened attentively as Gordon finished & speaking, and she couldn't help but

notice the sharp, freezing gaze being directed towards them from outside the window.

She couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

"Miss Lawrence, the blood on the knife has been tested and indeed belongs to Jase."

"Are there any fingerprints on the knife?"

Gordon shook his head disappointingly. "The killer was cunning. There were no fingerprints on the handle. It seems they wore gloves when committing the murder." Cheyenne had already anticipated this result, but she still felt disappointed.

"In that case, we need to find the owner of the earring."

Based on Jase's height and weight, if the killer was a woman, it would be difficult for her to move the body after the murder.

The killer should be a man and a woman, and the earring was accidentally left behind by the woman during the process.

"Yes."

"Oh, by the way, where does the secret passage in the fireplace lead to?"

When she mentioned this, Gordon blinked at her and smiled with a hint of playfulness. "Miss Lawrence, why don't you take a guess as to where the secret passage leads?" She should guess?

Akloit wasn't a big place, but it wasn't small either. How would she know where the secret passage led to?

Cheyenne tilted her head, her eyes

looking up at the car roof... This

posture accentuated the elegant and slender line of her fair neck and collarbone, making it remarkably beautiful.

This kind of beauty could only be seen in sculpted artwork or CG models in cartoons, right in front of him.

She was wearing a white coat, underneath which was the blue dress she wore in the morning, with a round neckline... revealing a small red mark.

Set against her fair skin, it was as striking as a red plum blooming in the snow.

Gordon's eyes darkened, and then a faint redness appeared on his handsome face. His gaze unconsciously shifted away and accidentally fell on the back of Cheyenne's ear. Even there, he could faintly see some red marks.

This...

A slight discomfort arose in his heart, as if Cheyenne, who was so outstanding a woman, should only be admired from afar.

But these marks suddenly made him feel that Cheyenne would also be bound by worldly things.

He wondered who was fortunate enough to have such luck.